'Twas such a dirty selfish thrick, that nobody could stand to it;
But like a thrue born Irishman, siz Pat, siz he, "I could
Collect thim all,
Both great an' small,
An' won't give him a chance at all,
I'll spoil his speculation, an' I'll save thim from the flood!"
Wid that he wandhered round the world, an' gathered curiosities,
Of every sortins of the male, an' of the faymale kind,
An' thin embarked thim in his fleet, until he had them all complate,
He didn't lave a quadruped, or bird, or midge behind,